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::comes back from class, deciding that last period French is not where she should be on a lovely Wednsday afternoon. pausing to check her mail, Risti sees a letter from Momma. she tears it open and reads eagerly::
Dearest Ristigirl-
The house is so quiet without you. There's no music- no constant piano, no quiet violin, no chatter about golf, no one to play with Wilson when I get to tired at the end of the day.
The days are long here. I've been feeling a little better- the doctors aren't saying much... but I've been feeling better. Maybe this will all turn around.
I hope Vermont and your sister are treating you well.
I love you more that life.
-Momma
::Risti sighs, putting the letter into her backpack and heads back to her room::
[AIM: WhoWantsRisti]
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[21 Jun 2003|06:08pm] |
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rewind // better than ezra |
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I've done this a million times before.
I've been on stage. I've performed for people... I've done this...
then why am I freaking out?
Its just sso... playing for a bunch of friends and not so friends. We will be fine. I will be fine. Its just piano.
I mean fuck. I've been playing piano since I was 4. As soon as Momma figured I could pay enough attention, I started lessons. This should be cake.
::takes a deep breath::
Now to find Calista and figure out exactly whats going on...
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[20 Jun 2003|08:37am] |
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dear ella // dee dee bridgewater |
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::Looks out her window... at people passing, rushing on with their lives::
and again, I am Risti, and I am invisable
::Goes over to her desk, loads a blank document and starts typing::
I still don't know what the hell I'm doing here. I have Calista- yet I am lost. I'm just some other girl... no friends, no nothing- just sullen.
::Sighs to herself, blowing the bangs out of her face, closing her eyes, she begins to type again::
All those years when I was back home with Momma... when it was just me and her and Wilson against the world. Before she got sick. Before I knew I had a "Dad" (and I use the phrase lightly) and a sister. When it was just me alone- because I had piano, or golf, or whatever. I knew it would be like this.
That it would end up being me, just me, Ristigirl, against the world.
::wipes her eyes, having the sinking feeling that she'd be crying soon::
And thats just how it is. Alone unto ones self, I am Ristigirl. And its me against the world.
::Risti closes the document, making sure to save it so she can upload it later. She goes over to the window, placing her hand flat against the cool glass::
Come on Ristigirl... snap out of it
::She shakes her head, grabs her backpack, and rushes off to class::
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[16 Jun 2003|02:13pm] |
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So the years off to a start.
I have the best sister ever. And that doesnt even sound weird to me anymore.
According to Calista, I'm in the band. Which is good... because I miss the piano so much it hurts. When you've been playing as long as I have, it becomes a part of you...
as a side note... is there a golf team? its about season... ::thinks::
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[11 Jun 2003|03:42pm] |
((if anyone has a complete buddylist, can you please IM me at who wants risti danke :))
-Ristigirl))
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[11 Jun 2003|11:33am] |
::sits quietly on a bench::
one day i will be able to talk to boys and not feel like a tool. i swear...
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[10 Jun 2003|10:58pm] |
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( ooc )
Today was ok. Nothing blew up. Wrote Momma a letter.
Now if I can only meet people...
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[10 Jun 2003|08:56am] |
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::looks at the clock on the wall... starts writing::
Dearest Momma-
It's your little Risti girl. Dover is everything and nothing like I expected. It's nice. I guess the people are nice... I've kinda been in my own little world since I got here.
I met Calista yesterday. She's really smart Momma. And really nice and pretty. And I don't hate her. Which is always a plus.
Classes were okay yesterday. It was the first day- so I wasn't sure what to expect. It was a little more challenging than classes at home.. but I'm sure I'll be fine.
::listens as the teacher starts the history lecture::
Okay Momma.. time for class. I miss you. And Wilson. But mostly you. I'll call you Sunday.
Love you Momma. Lots and lots...
Risti-girl
::closes her notebook and starts to pay attention to the instructor::
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[09 Jun 2003|05:14pm] |
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::looks at her watch::
So 5 minutes ago, something strange happened. I got out of class. I was on my way back to my empty room so I could get a little bit more settled... and I couldn't.
I had to take care of this. And take care of this early.
I went to see my sister.
It was strange. But not bad. Things are tentative. But hey- neither one of us knew much about the other till my mom started getting really sick. At least thats when I found out- who knows when she knew about me.
So its been done. We'll see how it goes from there.
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[03 Jun 2003|04:49pm] |
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::looks around::
heh. me. in a dorm.
this is funny.
i wonder if i can smoke in here and not get booted. someone said somethin about no boys... nobody said anything about no girls ::smiles to herself::
i wonder where my "sister" is
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[30 May 2003|05:24pm] |
what the hell have i gotten myself into?
i'm being sent to a school a million miles away. with a "sister" i dont know.
what the hell have i gotten myself into
AIM: what about risti
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